I rush out of my library, resolutely intending to tell something to my wife in the next room. When I get there, my intention is gone. I go back to the library, and find the memory of what I wanted to say, undulating lightly in the air. Augustine wanted to penetrate memory by searching through the dusty files of his mind, but that’s the wrong, or at least a very limited approach. Memories are not “in there,” tucked away in... Read more